I loved reading this aloud to Madeleine and Henry when they were little. Perfect prose that describe the heat and humidity of a summer day in the city. Tessie and her mother are waiting impatiently for the rain and when it does come they dance with their friends and neighbors,"tromping through puddles, romping and reeling in the moisty green air."

Our barelegged mammas dance down the steps and join us in the fresh, clean rain...

...while the music from Miz Glick's phonograph shimmies and sparkles and streaks like night lightning.

About Me

I have one husband, three children, two cats and a house full of too many books to count. I love to read, ride my bike, bake, develop my own photographs, and I've been known to neglect all housework to play with my kids.